WotM: Flawless InsanityMore Like This
WotM Round 2
Was her blood-bond actually...dead? There were so many questions left unanswered. Like if she would ever meet the metal armed man again or if she could still go on in the tournament without Sarah. Her sanity was suffering. There was not much left for her to do.
Anetta walked on.
She trudged through the dirty streets, her nose crinkling at the smell of week old garbage left in the vicinity. An average human would pass out due to these noxious gasses.
Her mind kept trying to give a face to that faceless scoundrel. She heard the sound of scurrying around the area, thinking that it was just rats since the place seemed likely to be infested with them.
Out of the darkness came a voice. One that made Anetta turn around to look for the source.
"Is the young lady lost?" The voice asked. The vampire dashed towards the source of said voice that seemed to resonate through the empty streets. She came to a hasty stop right in front of a dark Alley.
WotM Round 2 Part 2He woke to the sight of a starry sky. Torque groggily assessed his situation. Despite being badly gassed, he lived. He twitched his steel fingers; the connection between man and metal persevered. He tried to do the same with his real fingers, but pained flared through his arm. The memory of a laughing man with a gun flashed through Torque's mind with the speed of a gunshot. He recognized the familiar feel of cotton bandages pressing against the bullet wound in his left shoulder, as well as the faint sting of disinfectant. Dimly, he was aware that he'd been moved.More Like This
He had been knocked out, relocated, and patched up. This much was obviously true, and common sense now indicated that the important remaining question was who.
Curling his torso up and away from the cold stone floor, Torque observed unfamiliar surroundings. He was now atop a Palace tower, soaring 25 feet above the rampart
of burning bridgesWe're made of burning bridges: destructive, horrifying, ghastly. We stand aside and cackle as things combust around us, cling to each other as sparks fly off of us and we smile when we see painful scorch marks on our skin, the festering burns and angry scars.More Like This
We are a disaster, yet neither one of us could bother to care.
We destroy in our nihilistic relations and yet we will eventually realize that our salvation lies in the end of our cataclysmic ways. From grinning ghouls we turn to desperate demons, beastly things clawing and railing at the gates of heaven for a second chance, on our knees praying for a savior that will never glance our way. We cling to each other for hope, count our lucky pennies for wishes and scurry around to find a fountain we haven't yet evaporated to toss them in by the handful.
We are going up in the flames we made, yet neither one of us could bother to think twice.
Perhaps the reason as to why we are not absolved is because we are not repentant. Atonement has